I was looking on a man, sitting on a bench, waiting for a woman. A few minutes later, the woman came, walks towards her bringing baggages. Then I looked at the mans face and saw the glitters in his eyes and I saw how his lips stretches to a smile. The smile was genuine, it's as if that smile is only reserved for that woman. It was a smile of longing, love and care. It was indeed the most beautiful smile I ever saw, it was the smile of my father seeing the woman he loved.
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